I was being good. I have to work, too many things to finish before my meeting tomorrow. I can't hang out tonight. we talked for a while. he was very persuasive. still I didn't waver. I told him to call if he got off work early this weekend. he said he couldn't promise anything, but would try.
we hung up. as I set the phone down I felt it. the tug. I really did want to see him. I'll be gone much of the next month. I may not get to see him for a while. then the text: plleeeeeeeeaaaassseee
I caved. after all he did say please... and work will still be here (ridiculously early) tomorrow.
6 comments:
What a pushover...
Work can always wait in my opinion.
You're such a softy!
Give me a dollar.
Pleeeeeeease.
Pretty pleeeeeease.
sure, J, anytime you buy me a beer I'll give you that dollar!
If you can't be good, be good at it!
I hope you have a great weekend!
And then what????
When they say please you have to give in, plus what a great distraction. Work...what work? Who needs to work anyways???
BTW love your blog!
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